Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.